Today I was attacked by a swarm of bees. I was just minding my own damn business and cleaning the fire place with an awesome spray called Lemon Pledge. Out of nowhere there are three bees buzzing around me then four and five and suddenly seven. Apparently, this cleaning spray has the same ingredients a queen bee er...has? Basically the lemon scent has the same smell of queen bee's pheromones or something like that. After that I had to find a natural way of getting rid of them, so I goggled "how to get rid of bees." Well, they don't like cucumber peel's scent and candles. Took me two hours to get them out of the living room, two hours I'm never getting back. Two hours or swatting, jumping and squealing.
Seriously, I'm not a klutz but why the heck am I walking into things. My little bro's bike fell on my right leg a few days ago and today I walked into the door. I'm pretty sure I've broken my two right middle toes. If I lived in the stone age they would just chop of my leg. It's useless now, I hopping around the house and we live on the third floor.
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I'm really tired fixing up the house and setting up the room for my aunt. My mom made runs errands, first to Home Depot, the 99 cent store, then Home Depot again (wrong drawer handles), then grocery store, then Food 4 Less and then told me to find a Salvation Army dump box. I did all that on my weird leg and my dad is coming tomorrow morning I have to pick him. Plus, my dad told me to get his van, which I'm surprised by. After I bumped it he told me he didn't even want me breathing on it.
Like I said sitcom, at least I have fresh storylines and my sister certainly seems amused by all of this.
I had a dream last night that a cat I own, Fred, was playing by a river -- and I was upset because I was worried something might happen to him if he strayed too far. I'd call him, and he'd come back, then he'd go back to the river. Finally I had enough of it, so I went to the river, to get Fred, but then I saw Fred jump into the water and start swimming. Then, if I wasn't already surprised to see a CAT SWIMMING, Fred dove under water and swam down into a deep pool in the river. I sould see something white was down there, under water, and Fred got it. He came out of the river with it -- it was a little white puppy, like a bassethound puppy. The puppy seemed to be just fine, not tired or exhausted or drowned for being under water for a long time. It was sorta sleepy, angelic, and comfortable, and I held the puppy in my hands, and as I looked at him, I thought, "Well, I didn't know I was going to be adopting a dog today, but I guess if this is they way you get the dog, then it must be."
ReplyDeleteI say "Good Riddance to bad rubbish!" I have strong dislike and er....fear of cats - still traumatized from that incident from when I was five. Apparently, cats don't like it when someone pulls their tail. They become feral, hiss at you and scratch you raw.
DeleteLove dogs, they are loyal and truly loving. Plus they let little kids tug on their tail.
Your dream is telling you get rid of your disobedient cat and get a cute, loveable dog. Do it, man!
Truly, truly I am so laughing right now. Comments noted -- so funny. I grew up with dogs, when I get a nice big yard I'll get TWO dogs! Have a great day!
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